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See...I TOLD you it would happen!

OK, so it's 4:15 am, not 4:30, and it sure as hell is NOT the greatest post in the world, but here I am.

I should be in the shower right now, but am I? Nope. Here I am writing bullshit down. It's gonna be short though, so no worries.

I'm 45 minutes away from heading out the door and on my way to Colorado Springs for a couple days then on to Fruita and Moab. It's gonna be SWEET to ride with the original group again. We all have been riding together for 15+ years. We've moved away, come back, moved away again, and some have come back again. It will be good to go to the desert and reconnect with those hooligans (although I might be the biggest).

See. Short and sweet. See you all on the flip side. I'm sure there will be some interesting stories for me to relate to you. I'm sure there'll be riding tales, travel tales and drunken campsite tales. Oh yeah, and FOR SURE there'll be at least one naked Bobki tale (that should be TAIL, huh?).

How Low Can You Go?

I've been a bad boy lately. I've ignored this blog. Well, that's not entirely true. I actually have no less than 4 other posts started but not finished. I've started 'em out like gang busters, but when I get to the end and re-read them, I think they suck donkey balls, so I didn't click the "publish" button, so there they sit, languishing in a interweb Purgatory hoping to see the light of day, but knowing they probably will never get posted.

Part of my problem has been we're in that in-between season, or in limbo if you will. We (the boy and I) wrapped up our ski/snowboard season last weekend, which was super-rad (do people still say rad?) and there is a bit of me bummin' that it has ended, but looking forward, it is all about riding. And yet, that surly bitch Mother Nature has other ideas, making the weather a bit of limbo as well. Why does it seem like when I'm indoors working, the weather outside is absolutely gorgeous, and the second I get off fucking work, the sky decides to dump out any precipitation it has been holding in, like a kid that's been outside playing and finally has to race into the bathroom to piss at the last second. (Also, why the hell do we say the weather outside? Is there weather inside?) I suppose I could ride the rollers, but I'm SO done with riding indoors, but I'm gonna have to probably break 'em out for a bit longer.

The other part of my problem is when I get up in the morning (my normal bloggin'-time) I have been working out. I have a definite plan, weights certain days, riding the rollers others, doing good ol' fashioned calisthenics on others, which might have to precipitate a name change. There was one time in my life that I was almost thinking about trying to become a "serious" cyclist which lasted for about 13 minutes. Right now I am in the best shape I've been in about 10+ years, with still a ways to go, but this is cutting into my "lets sit on my fat ass and type bullshit onto virtual paper for the world to see" time, which could possibly lead to changing my moniker from the Not-so-serious Cyclist to something like The Quasi-serious Cyclist or the Occasionally-Serious Cyclist or something like that.

The good news is (for me anyhow) in a week I'm heading for the drier, warmer climes of Colorado and Utah which should get the "creative" juices flowing, as much as I can call this drivel creative. Once riding season starts in earnest, I'll be inevitably riding by myself and have only my thoughts to bide the time, and I'll come home and puke out these convoluted thoughts onto the virtual paper.

So, bear with me. I'll have something to spew out here soon for your entertainment or for your dismay, depending on your view. We're heading out next Saturday at 5 am, so I'm sure the greatest post in the world will come to me at about 4:30 or so.